Carney is like a graveyard where everyone already owns their plots and has built houses on top of them.

Telling Sam and Daneca feels like peeling off my own skin to expose everything underneath. It hurts.

Isn't every hero aware of all the terrible reason they did those good deeds?" Aware of every mistake they ever made and how good people got hurt because of their decisions? Don't they recall the moments they weren't heroic at all? The moments where their heroism led to more deaths than deliberate villainy ever could?

The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.

The truth is messy. It's raw and uncomfortable. You can't blame people for preferring lies.

Holly: Seriously, you don't like unicorns? What kind person doesn't like unicorns? Justine: What kind of a person doesn't like zombies? What have zombies ever done to you? Holly: Zombies shamble. I disapprove of shambling. And they have bits that fall off. You never see a unicorn behaving that way. Justine: I shamble. Bits fall off me all the time: hair, skin cells. Are you saying you disapprove of me?

Clever as the Devil and twice as pretty.